THE NIGHTLY CHILL
2019.11.18
By Steve Arviso

I’ve Got a Receipt (Act 1, Scene 5).


FIGHT THE DAWN!

As the sunlit sanity of the waking world burns the night to ash,
embrace the unbound madness of your wildest dreams,
laugh into the endless abyss of your darkest fantasies,
and rage against the coming dawn.

The Nightly Chill is the unstable experience of the mind and madness of Steve Arviso (@AmoralCrackpot). Mon-Fri. Ish.


CONSISTENTLY INCONSISTENT

  • BETWEEN THE CRACKS
  • WE ARE THE LOST
  • PULPBUSTERS
  • I’VE GOT A RECEIPT (ACT 1, SCENE 5)
  • THE MIXTAPE

I’m not saying the world really came to an end in 2012. But it does provide a lotta context, don’t it?


BETWEEN THE CRACKS

Dear Doug,

My boyfriend is abusive piece of shit who doesn’t respect me, my intelligence, or my reputation as a professional in my field. He regularly puts me down in front of his friends and invites them to join in. My friends say I should politely, but firmly inform him that I do not appreciate his behavior and suggest that, if this continues, I will consider breaking up with him. What should I do?

Torn in Tustin

Torn,

I too suggest working your way to a break-up. Start by telling your friends to go to Hell, then proceed from there.


VIRAL LOAD PODCAST

Explore the weirder, more unsettling corners of diseases that plague us with comedian Andrew Pupa and Brett Bayles!


WE ARE THE LOST

The Nightly Chill wants to show some love to a variety of cool shit from local and other independent artists, performers, and assorted creative types!

If you have a show you want to promote, especially if it’s located in SoCal, let’s get your poster and links! Got a cool short film you made for no money, or a song your band is trying to get out there to more peeps? Let’s embed that YouTube video and link new listeners to where they can support you!

Hit us up if you make:

  • Art
  • Comics
  • Music, audio dramas
  • Genre fiction, poetry, films, etc!

The weirder, the better!

We are The Lost. And together, we’ll make sure the world sees and hears us.


PULPBUSTERS – THE SHADOW KNOWS

Adena’s lil’ audio love note to the (great) granddaddy of pulp vigilantes, The Shadow. Listen to it now on Spotify, sub to the PulpBusters audio feed, or even download a free MP3 of The Shadow Knows using the links below.


I’VE GOT A RECEIPT – ACT 1, SCENE 5

An absurd tale of consumerism and cosmic horror. Continued.

NARRATOR
(V.O.)
Previously, on “I’ve Got a Receipt”… Cassie and her sister attempted to return to their crushed velvet lingerie.

PETER
Sorry. But we don’t accept returns once the product has been worn.

CASSIE
What? I never wore this.

PETER
(Shaking his head.)
Not you.

SISTER
Sorry, Cass.

CASSIE
Wait. How did you even know she wore it?

PETER
I just know.

CASSIE & SISTER
Ew.

SCENE 5. COFFEE-2-GO

SOUNDSCAPE: THE MOIST ECHOING OF A LABYRINTHIAN NETWORK OF WHOLLY IMPOSSIBLE CORRIDORS.

CASSIE SCUTTLES UP, DOWN, ALL ABOUT THE CORRIDORS. UP, UNDER.

NARRATOR
(V.O.)
As her sister made yet another poor life decision in a series of such things, Cassie found herself awkwardly, but quickly scuttling down a series of ever twisting, stretching, and, at times, she would have sworn, writhing corridors. And then, the concrete beneath her feet pimpled and crawled.

CASSIE STOPS IN HER TRACKS.

CASSIE
(Mild concern)
Huh. That can’t be good.

NARRATOR
(V.O.)
Normally, the Earth moving in such a way that it felt as if it had briefly but surely transformed into a caravan of mighty Amazonian army ants nipping at the soles of her flats might have been cause for alarm.

SCUTTLING CONTINUES.

NARRATOR
(V.O.) (CONT’D)
But Cassie dismissed such things as tinkle madness, scuttled around yet another corner, then to a dead stop.

SCUTTLING CEASES. AGAIN.

CASSIE
Oh, god-dammit.

THE BUZZING AND FLICKERING OF FLUORESCENT LIGHTS.

NARRATOR
(V.O.)
Just as the turn before this one–and the one before that–this hallway looked the same as all the others. A single fluorescent tube flickering and buzzing overhead. The air thick, heavy with the moisture of a thousand flushes left to fester in a concrete tube with no windows and no doors.

In her thus far fruitless endeavor to find somewhere more appropriate to relieve her bladder of urine, Cassie had followed a sign through a door nestled between what used to be a discount Hawaiian jewelry shop and a gold-for-cash place. But rather than finding an actual toilet, she merely found a series of maintenance corridors that were most certainly used as toilets. Possibly by other desperate lost souls who lacked the testicular fortitude and muscle-control to make it to the end of this pee-pee scented labyrinth.

And then there was the issue of Cassie turning left several times in a row, yet somehow failing to go in a circle.

CASSIE
Okay. You know what? Screw it. I’m just gonna go right here.

CASSIE DUCKS, SQUATS BEHIND A PAIR OF VENDING MACHINES.

NARRATOR
(V.O.)
But just as Cassie squatted down between a pair of vending machines, a group of mall employees piled out from the once super-secret door located behind the Coffee-2-Go.

SUPER-SECRET DOOR OPENS. A YOUNG WOMAN AND A MAN STEP OUT.

YOUNG WOMAN
So I go behind the escalator, and all I see him doing is crying.

MAN
That’s somehow more gross.

YOUNG WOMAN AND MAN STOP IN THEIR TRACKS.

YOUNG WOMAN
Oh, my God. Is that woman peeing behind those vending machines?

NARRATOR
(V.O.)
With her leggings still wrapped around one ankle, Cassie pigeon-toed her way between the puzzled man and gawky teen, straight through the Coffee-2-Go, and beyond.

CASSIE
(Fleeing, waddling.)
Sorry Not Sorry!

SUPER-SECRET DOOR CLOSES.

SILENCE. THEN…

SOUNDSCAPE: THE DISTANT, UNHOLY HUMMING OF A FOUL, SINISTER PRAYER SOMEWHERE DEEP IN THE VOID OF A MASSIVE TORCH-LIT CAVERN BENEATH A LOCAL MALL.

NARRATOR
(V.O.)
The Coffee-2-Go led to a well-worn dirt path cutting through a swerving, dipping, curving swath of nothingness that seemed to stretch forever in all directions. The path was lit every few feet by a dark, cold fire, housed in the leather-bound remains of a large creature’s skull. And the darkness hummed with the dull roar of distant praying.

Cassie fumbled with her leggings where the path met nothing, and stared into the deep and endless abyss.

CASSIE
(Annoyed. Inconvenienced.)
Aw, shit.

END ACT ONE

TO BE CONTINUED…

READ IT ALL NOW!


THE MIXTAPE

Tracks I’m currently chillin’ with. Tonight, other nights. Follow the Playlist on YouTube to keep up with all the changes.

Rubber Ball (2017) – Cage the Elephant


GRAND GHOULISH – THE E-BOOK!

Originally serialized in the digital pages of The Nightly Chill, Steve Arviso’s Grand Ghoulish collects the completed absurd twisted romance between a photographer, a housewife, and her husband–a surgeon who enjoys getting a little blood on his hands!

Read it for FREE in the back issues of The Nightly Chill, or directly support The Nightly Chill and other works by purchasing a copy of the e-book!


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YOU ARE NOT ALONE

THE NIGHTLY CHILL
Steve Arviso
2019

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